Bey Deckard > Quotes

“Why does everyone hit me in the face? Ain't I ugly enough?”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“You’re a good boy, Murph,” he says softly to me. “You get me home, get me patched up, and you’ll see what good boys get.”
I swear to god, I have never made a sound like it before; half whimper, half gasp, it’s past my lips before I can stop it. Sarge sees the effect his words have on me, and he smiles.”
― Bey Deckard, Sarge

“Yes, fine. Savvy,” she muttered.

“Aw lovey, yer a fine-lookin’ woman, it’s not that,” Tom said apologetically. “All jokin’ aside, if it ain’t the captain, or it ain’t Jon…” He shrugged again. “There just ain’t anyone else.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“What do I see? I see a man who has higher and thicker walls than I will ever have. I see a terrifying beast enveloped and hidden by a cleverly fashioned mask. I see tears that will never fall. I see blood and death. I see a heart that devours itself. I see the promise of a pain and deceit. I see a lot of things, Baltsaros. Many of them frightening,” Jon said.

Baltsaros showed no surprise over Jon’s words. Instead, he leaned towards him, intrigued. “And you’re not afraid,” he said.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“See, I’m a big guy. I’m just about 6’8 in my boots. A slab of muscle on a frame that’s almost comically large....
“So, are you completely proportionate?”
It takes me a second, maybe two, before I realize that he’s asking whether I’m packing a peashooter or a rocket launcher in my shorts.”
― Bey Deckard, Sarge

“Tom reached out and let his knuckles graze Jon’s arm, a hidden touch just to ground him for the span of a heartbeat. Maybe Jon would turn a blind eye. Maybe they’d continue to live in denial that they both loved a fucking monster.

Jon smiled at the brief caress, and Tom felt his chest get tight.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“I’m about to object when he turns his head and takes my thumb into his mouth instead. He gnaws at it all gentle, teeth and tongue teasing over my fingerprint, before he slides it further so that my hand winds up cupping his jaw. His mouth is hot and wet and when he sucks softly, I get an unexpected, almost electric pulse that shoots straight to my groin; it’s damned sexy what he’s doing.”
― Bey Deckard, Sarge

“The first mate slid, almost bonelessly, down the wall. Baltsaros shoved his softening cock almost angrily back into his pants; he felt strangely unsatisfied and frustrated. Tom looked up at the captain with wet, red eyes as Baltsaros undid the belt that was looped around him.

What was it about Jon that had him so wound up?”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Make me understand."

Baltsaros pressed his lips together and shook his head once.

"Jon... You can't understand.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“I ain’t going to kiss ye, poppet. Just keep still like a good little lad.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“I'm gonna ask ye ladies a question, and I bloody expect to be answered," he growled. "Who's the scoundrel been doin' some unwanted rootin' of yer cunts for pay?”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“I’m filling up his big hand with every passing heartbeat. It feels fucking great, but the best part is when he opens his mouth a second later and says the thing that always near kills me:
“Can I, Sarge?”
Like my cock is a goddamned golden staff that he needs permission to put his lips around. I love it.”
― Bey Deckard, Sarge

“He pulled Tom closer to deepen the kiss; there were things that Balsaros craved that he could not inflict on Jon, and finally the drought was over.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Their relationship would continue to grow, to change. There would always be pain, and they would be tested... Their triad had the shakiest of foundations, based as it was on mistrust, jealousy, and deception. But ships didn't need pillars pounded into the earth; no, they needed strong, protective hulls that could carry them over the ever-changing waves of an uncaring sea. With trust, hope... love--all things they had built together--they could weather anything.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Does it occur to you that maybe you've burned me out? That I no longer care whether what you spout is truth or lie?”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“It’s the twenty-first century, you silly man, and it’ll take more than an orange turd in a wig to take America back to the stone ages.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“My chair lets out an oil-thirsty whine when I swivel it to take in the view of something that always gets my mind off my damn troubles.

Murphy’s on his knees, facing away from me. I’ve got him spit-shining boots that don’t really need to be spit-shined, but he does such a goddamn pretty job of it that I have him do it every chance I get. I sit back in my chair and cross my arms, admiring the display.”
― Bey Deckard, Sarge

“Don’t! Oh god… don’t… I’m going to…” he gasped. He couldn’t say the words. I’m going to cum.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Baltsaros’s face was flushed, his lip curled into a slight sneer as he stared back at Jon. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he realized what the captain wanted from him.

“Hit him again,” Jon said. “And don’t hold back this time.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Jon had seen the lie immediately for what it was: diplomacy. He had a feeling that, given the chance, Tom would hold him close every night. Instead, the first mate chose to distance himself so as not to interfere with the captain’s affection for Jon. A sacrifice.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Tom is dangerous, he reminded himself. He means you no good.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“I cluck my tongue once to get [Murphy's] attention, and he turns right away. I fucking love how attentive he is. Still on his knees with thighs spread, he puts his ankles together and his hands behind his back, keeping his chin down as he waits… just like the good boy he is.”
― Bey Deckard, Sarge

“Another drop of arousal slipped from the slit of his cockhead and perched there for a moment, shiny and clear, before sliding down along the thick vein and over the smaller metal circlet that he wore tight around the root of his cock. “Please,”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“He looks like a fucking angel and sings like he gives the devil head.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“As his step crossed the threshold, he left behind his weaknesses and doubts, finally setting aside the boy to become the man he had to be.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“If you assume that you will die today, you drag death to you as a cold, unforgiving stranger. Instead, embrace death like an old friend, for you will fight side by side with her; and, if death decides to choose you as her champion, you may yet live to fight, and love, another day,” said the captain softly into Jon’s ear.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Hey,” whispered Jon, pushing back against the bigger man so that they fit together like spoons. Tom pressed his face against the back of Jon’s neck and let out a small, pleased noise from deep in his chest. Despite how tired he was, his cock had begun to get stiff at Jon’s movements, and now it was a growing, hardening ridge between them. Fuck it. “I want ye again,” he said simply, and pushed his hips forward, testing. When Jon shifted back again and nodded quickly, Tom felt nearly breathless with the lust that shook him.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“...I stroke myself. I squeeze my shaft right behind the head. A drop of precum beads out, and [Murphy] licks his lips, eager goddamn cocksucker that he is.”
― Bey Deckard, Murphy

“We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully. Randy Pausch”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Yes, they are extremely fucking sexy if you must know,” he said, scarcely believing the words coming out of his mouth. It was simply the truth; somehow the markings enhanced the muscular young man’s beauty in a way that made Jon feel hot inside. “But… What do they mean? Do you know?” he asked. Tom looked down at himself and shrugged. “The lot of it could be pure fancy, love. But… the man who did it, he told me that this here”—Tom put his fingers over Jon’s—“is a map of the Devil’s Isles and beyond. Somethin’ about lost knowledge.” Jon’s breath caught in his throat and he looked at Tom, alarmed. “Gods, Tom. Now you won’t believe me when I tell you what we’re planning,” he said in a hush. Tom was quiet for a long time after Jon told him of their plans and of the captain’s intention to ask him to be first mate again. Jon rested against Tom’s wide shoulder, waiting for the big man to say something. When Tom finally spoke, it was a rumble against Jon’s ear. “If ye don’t mind, love, I’d like a day to think about it before I give ye my answer. Can ye grant me that, lad?” asked Tom, his rough hand coming up to rest against Jon’s bare chest. Jon nodded his head and closed his eyes.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas